It's twilight on the desert, stillness walks With stealthy tread, softening daytime heat; Glare turns to haze. A lone sheep's dismal bleat Fills the heart with sorrow, and a crow talks To distant mate, while graceful yucca stalks Send heavenward a prayer, an offering neat To Him whose love makes cacti flowers complete With the sheen of pink and yellow waxen chalks. I put my homely task upon the shelf And gaze past chapparal to purpling hills At twilight, when my poignant thoughts will roam Enkindling dreams as old as time itself, Which burden man with narrow, selfish ills That chain immortal soul in mortal loam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SONNET: 9. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY by JOHN MILTON MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 13 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |